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The Hound of the Baskervilles

‘He shall. I will see to that. Uncle and nephew have
been murdered—the one frightened to death by the very
sight of a beast which he thought to be supernatural, the
other driven to his end in his wild flight to escape from it.

But now we have to prove the connection between the
man and the beast. Save from what we heard, we cannot
even swear to the existence of the latter, since Sir Henry
has evidently died from the fall. But, by heavens, cunning
as he is, the fellow shall be in my power before another
day is past!’
We stood with bitter hearts on either side of the
mangled body, overwhelmed by this sudden and
irrevocable disaster which had brought all our long and
weary labours to so piteous an end. Then, as the moon
rose we climbed to the top of the rocks over which our
poor friend had fallen, and from the summit we gazed out
over the shadowy moor, half silver and half gloom. Far
away, miles off, in the direction of Grimpen, a single
steady yellow light was shining. It could only come from
the lonely abode of the Stapletons. With a bitter curse I
shook my fist at it as I gazed.
‘Why should we not seize him at once?’
‘Our case is not complete. The fellow is wary and
cunning to the last degree. It is not what we know, but

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